“Shame you’ve never had any!”
“It’s nice I’ll have some next week,” Doodles smiled. But it was a tired little smile. Next week seemed very far away.
“Wh-ew!” Blue blew out the word in a long breath. “It’s hotter ’n Hannah! I don’t b’lieve I was ever so hot in my life! Hope it’ll cool off before five.”
“Do you s’pose it’s any better by the window?” sighed Doodles.
“Worse!” scowled Blue. “The sun’s scorching, an’ ther’ isn’t a speck of breeze. Feel bad, old feller?”
Doodles’s white little face seemed to grow whiter all at once.
“I can’t—breathe good,” was the faltering answer.
“It’s the heat—that’s all, kiddie. Cheer up! It’ll be night before long, and then, maybe, we’ll have a breeze.”
“Do you mind—getting me a drink?” came weakly.
“Sure I will!” Blue ran to the hall sink with a glass, and fetched it back brimming.